Yesterday we went to the dog park. The weather was nice and my mom wanted a break. So I got to take one too.
I was kind of roaming around, looking for trouble and collecting lots of butt scratches from the humans. Not much was happening when we were there.
Then a man came with a nice dog, just about the right size and temperament for me. I went over, following dog etiquette, and introduced myself with a friendly sniff. I said hello. I went into play posture. The other dog did too. We were on the same wavelength.
Soon we were happily chasing each other. My mom walked over and told the dog’s owner, “They’re playing so well together. Isn’t that great?”
To her amazemenet, the other dog’s owner wasn’t happy. “Keep your dog away from my dog,” he snarled, snapping on a leash.
“Huh?” my mom said. “This is a dog park. If you bring your dog here, other dogs will play.”
The man huffily took his dog out of the park.
“Weird,” was the consensus among the humans…and me too. We were having fun! That poor dog needs some playtime.
“Some people shouldn’t own dogs,” said the owner of a brown dog of unknown breed.
“I agree,” my mom shuddered.
Me too. Sometimes I wonder: If I’d waited longer, would I have had a better owner? Maybe Bill Gates would have come along and adopted me.
But on days like today, I realize things ccould be a lot worse. Almost every day I get to visit the dog park or the dog lounge. I get to play with anybody I want.
I bet that dog would trade places with me anytime.